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A need.
A passion that was sizzling, reminding me of how long I’d wanted this and how I’d always wanted it to be Camden.
“I’m going to go as slow as I can.” He held my face, pointing my chin up so our eyes were locked. “And I’m going to do everything I can not to hurt you.”
“I can handle pain.”
“This is different, Oaklyn. This is something you’re going to remember for the rest of your life. I’m not going to go fucking wild on you and flip you in all these positions and promise this is the best thing you’re ever going to feel.” He exhaled, shaking his head just a little. “I’m going to be realistic and say it’s going to hurt like hell and you’re most likely going to bleed, but every time we do it after tonight, it’s going to feel better.”
“Maybe if you weren’t so big, this would be a different scenario.”
He growled, smiling, “Never going to be the case.”
“Always keeping it real, aren’t you, Mr. Grumpy?”
“Would you rather I lied?”
“Definitely not.”
He kissed me. “I didn’t think so.” His finger was no longer inside me, but it was still down there as he guided his tip over my clit and past my lips to my pussy. “Mmm. You’re still so fucking wet.”
There was more movement, and by the way his fingers were stroking me and then leaving me, I assumed he was taking some of that wetness and wiping it over his shaft.
“Slow,” he said as he aimed his tip to my entrance. “That was a reminder for me—not you.” His forearms were on the sides of my face. “What I need you to do is kiss me, and we’re going to breathe through this together.”
It was finally happening.
What I’d waited twenty-five years for.
In just a few moments, I would no longer be a virgin.
A thought I wasn’t sure I could wrap my head around.
As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt the first jerk of his hips, a burning that moved through me as my body began to open, widening to take in his tip.
“Are you okay?”
He couldn’t have been in more than an inch, but he had stalled, allowing me to get used to this amount before he gave me more.
I drew in some air and let that out, repeating the pattern. “I think so.”
But in all actuality, it was worse than I’d imagined.
This wasn’t like a finger or even two.
It wasn’t the slick smoothness of the bullet he had used on me.
This was a crown that was trying to fit into a tiny opening.
And breathing through it, like he’d suggested, was all I could do.
But inside, part of me was dying from the pain.
“Are you sure?”
Breathe.
I filled my lungs, releasing that air, and did it again. “Yes.”No.“Give me more.”
